TL;DR: The Senate’s saddest zionist ogre has a Bolsonaro-esque affinity for collecting mental illnesses and is probably going to kill himself soon.
Also, he’s addicted to ruining his kids’ birthdays:
In March, Fetterman suddenly took an early-morning trip to Hartford, Connecticut, without telling his team why — leaving them at a loss for what to tell Gisele when she demanded to know why he was missing one of their kids’ birthdays. Fetterman objected to this characterization, saying to me, “I took a weekend trip in March to visit the grave site of my friend from grad school who died in 1993 — a trip my staff and family knew about.”
I’ll admit it feels soothing in a selfish way to think “well, at least I’m not that miserable bastard” about someone else, even though I know it usually isn’t good to do. But in this case, it feels good to do and I feel no guilt about doing it. Live as an example, you nazi wretch.